Page 9 of Ceridor

The gorgeous bard slid under the blanket and turned to me. "Are you still okay with me sleeping here, or should I sleep in my room?"

"Stay," I urged, reaching for him and grabbing his forearm.

Though he looked sleepy, a dim fire lit in his eyes and he smiled indulgently. "Is that you asking for another round?"

Desire sizzled over me. "Can I?"

"Sure," he replied easily, sitting up. I'd lit a lamp to go to the restroom and he opened the shutter a bit to give us more light. "What do you want?"

I knew what I wanted, but the words stuck in my throat and I lost my nerve.

Ceridor tapped the end of my nose playfully with his fingertip and sent me a wink. "Let me pop over to my room and grab a couple of things, in case we need them."

He didn't bother to redress since the guest bedroom was on the same hall, and returned with a handkerchief and small container of lubricant grease. "If you want to fuck me, blow me a bit first so I can relax."

Yes."Okay."

Ceridor slid out of his clothes and set them on the night table nearby while I shucked off the rest of mine and tossed them onto my writing desk. Turning back to him, I knelt between his legs on the bed as he sprawled wide across my mattress. I really took him in. Ceridor was all long lines and smooth planes scattered over with brown body hair. His cock was fantastic: red tip swollen and peeking out from his foreskin, shaft standing at the ready and his balls pulled up tight in the naked chill.

I dipped down and nuzzled my cheek against his shaft, cupping him gently with my palm, just like he'd done to me. It was a terribly intimate gesture, and now that I'd been on both sides of it, my heart tugged at me to open up to him. Carefully, I tucked my feelings back into my rib cage, where they would be more protected. I couldn't have confessions coming out of my mouth tonight, a virgin immediately asking for commitment, even if we'd known each other for a long time.

Ceridor touched my hair gently and I licked at his tip just as he'd done to me. He tasted salty, maybe even a bit bitter, so different from mine that tended toward sweet. Gently pushing his foreskin down with my fingertips, I covered the tip of his cock with my lips and sucked, mouthing at the mushroom head and massaging it with my lips, kissing it, too. I could only hope that Ceridor had blown me the way he liked to be blown, because his blowjob was the only experience I had to go on. He let out a blissed sigh that I took as encouragement.

I drank him down to his pleasured gasp. I couldn't fit all of him in my mouth and didn't have the confidence to let him hit the back of my throat and potentially make me gag, but I lavished the top half of his cock with my tongue and lightly pumped his lower half with my fist slicked with spit. Ceridor had sat up a bit, but then fell back onto the sheets and veritably writhed, urging me to keep going with a reverent "yes" hissed into the quiet room.

Working up a rhythm and finding my confidence, I blew him with enthusiasm until he was cupping my face and pulling me off. "I'll come soon—best wait. Let me get ready."

I sat on my haunches and dragged the back of my hand across my mouth while Ceridor threw one of my pillows under his hips and grabbed the lubricating grease.

He spread his legs open wide and I got a look at his gorgeous bum covered in brown hair, his hole surrounded by even darker hair and beautiful in such a masculine way. I watched as he slathered grease on his hole and then started to stretch himself open with long fingers.

My cock was well and truly awake now, raring to go as I watched Ceridor press two fingers inside and begin scissoring himself open. I felt at a loss for anything to do while he prepped himself, and yet I couldn't stop watching, couldn't tear my gaze away.

"You're attentive," praised Ceridor soothingly. "That's the sign of a good partner."

Again my heart tugged, wanting to actuallybehis partner for more than just a night, but I pushed those emotions down in favor of the hearty romp I was about to get by giving my virginity to my childhood crush and pumping his ass full of my seed.

Ceridor pulled his knees back further to get more reach, and that was when I finally snapped my gaze away from his beautiful hole and looked at the rest of him. "You're flexible."

Though he remained focused on his task, he still smirked. "I work hard for it—I stretch every day."

"You stretch so that you can be bendy in bed when a man or woman nails you?" I teased.

"A man can dream," he replied easily.

That drew me up short—I hadn't expected him to admit to it.

As Ceridor inserted a third finger and worked himself open, a jealous thought took hold while I imagined him stretching and daydreaming about someone else. I wanted to be the one in his bed. I wanted to satisfy him, to drive him crazy with pleasure until his body craved me.

His voice pulled me from my lust-crazed thoughts. "I think I'm ready. Lie down, Johann. I want to ride you—it makes the angle easier, since it's been years."

I couldn't believe he'd gone years without fucking someone. If I were to meet him as a stranger in a tavern, I'd be unable to keep my composure. I'd end up propositioning him to go somewhere private with me, right then.

Obeying his command, I slid onto my back and lay flat on the bed, squaring my hips to get ready. Ceridor lubricated my leaking cock liberally before straddling my waist. I watched in awe as he stabilized my shaft and angled me to his entrance. My tip stretched his rim, and at first his muscles squeezed me so tight I nearly cried out and asked if something was wrong. Butthen something gave and he encircled me, the insides of him velvety and luscious. After a long moment of slow movements and panting, he sank down, fully sheathed.

Not knowing what to do with my hands, I coasted them up and down his thighs, hoping to comfort him as he breathed through the stretch and adjusted. The lamplight shone golden off his brown hair, and Ceridor's soft blue gaze slid to me. "It's been a while."

"I don't want to hurt you," I said.

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